of a lake, and covered with innumerable large water-
lilies ; here I left the carriage, and was piloted across
in a crazy sort of boat, and thence, after half an hour’s
walk knee-deep in mud, I reached the ruins of Moen-
doel and Mongloot. They are not large, of the
ordinary pyramid shape, much carved but sadly
injured, and ornamented with statues, of which, however,
not one is now recognizable. A tall fig-tree
had forced itself through the stone right into the
heart of the M ongloot temple.
Some distance farther, upon the crest of a hill, is the
far-famed temple of Boro-Bodo, properly Bura-Buddha or
Great Buddha, which, according to a popular legend, was
erected within three days by one hundred thousand
men, each putting his stone, duly sculptured and
prepared according to plan and design, in its appointed
place.
On reaching the top of the hill, and passing a neat
bungalow where the guardian is quartered, and at the
extreme end of a fine avenue, fifty feet wide, flanked
on either side by a row of dog sphinxes, this stupendous
work rises to a height of 120 feet or more,
and it would seem almost impossible to convey a
true impression of this wonderful relic without having
seen it. The form of the temple is that of a square